SLANTING rain and a sky of gray,
Drifting mist and a wind astray,
The leaden end of a leaden day
And you — away!
Light in the west! The sky's pale dome
Gemmed with a star; a scented gloam
Of bursting buds and rain-wet loam
And you — at home!
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